Near a tree

Questa ballata, oltre ad essere la colonna sonora per le montagne dell’Anatolia centrale, è un totale capolavoro, dalla scala in arpeggio al sabba finale passando per il testo; tutto questo nonostante i Deep Purple siano ormai oltre i sessanta, o forse proprio per quello.

After all we said today the strangest thought occurred
I feel I ought to tell you but it’s clearly quite absurd
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could read my mind
Imagine all the stuff that we could leave behind
How many words you waste before you’re understood
Or simply sow some seeds, you’d do it if you could
Let me take a moment of your time
Inside your mind

I know what you’re thinking but I don’t know what to say
The turmoil and the conflict, you don’t have to feel this way
Look into my eyes and feel my hand upon your heart
Holding us together, not tearing us apart
How many words we waste to justify a crime
Compare it to an act of love that really takes no time
Why not take a moment to unwind
Inside your mind

How many words I waste that you don’t want to hear
Why not sit in silence while the muddy waters clear
Why not take a moment to unwind
Inside your mind

After all we said today the strangest thought occurred
I feel I ought to tell you but it’s clearly quite absurd

This entry was posted on martedì, Settembre 12th, 2006 at 9:38 pm, and is filed under StillLife, WeekBowl's&Music. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.